Grounded

Roast dinner today, we haven't had one for absolutely ages and ages. Roast chicken for the children (I swear, these children could survive on chicken and nothing else) and lamb shanks for Mr G and I, for a change.

I finally got to go for my walk on the beach, Mr G took me last night. Only had a small paddle though, because the sea was full of jellyfish and the small ones weren't very easy to spot. In the end I gave up and walked barefoot a little further up the beach. It felt so good, feeling the sand between my toes :-)

This one looks like a Cherry Bakewell. Or a breast.

This one looks evil, it even has a face. If this one stung you, you would cry

Anyway, it's a beautiful day today! Yes, it is. I woke Mr G up at 10 am for his breakfast baps and NRL fix, and I told him 'It's a stunning day today'. He said 'Yeah, but by whose standards? Yours, or mine?'. Well, mine of course. I mean, look at it... I love this little top part of my garden this summer (not that we've had much chance to use it with all the rain). I think it even looks lovely in the rain. I'm dying to fire the pizza oven up and have a pizza night for the family, make loads of different topped ones and share them all with a bottle or two of wine. The plants and herbs and baskets are all flourishing (apart from my sorry looking basil, I didn't have the heart to tell Mr G it should have stayed in the kitchen when he proudly announced it was now planted outside). I have four huge tomato plants, four different varieties down at the bottom by the little plastic shed, and they're full of flowers. I have chilli plants in hanging baskets in the main part of the garden. The passion flower on our fence is creeping along nicely, and we have had a few Mr Wilson moments already.

I'm happy because I have nine nights of darts starting from tonight, the World Matchplay has just started on Sky Sports.

Really sad to see that Dave Clark has retired from the darts, it won't be the same without him at the helm. It was really weird seeing the players coming out, Sky has put crowd noise in, thankfully, they came on to their theme songs, but they had no fans waiting to greet them, no security escort, it was a bit anti climactic really. But still - better than no darts. My favourite MvG is on at 9 tonight, and my other favourite Peter Wright is on tomorrow at 9. I've got myself a couple of bottles of ale, so I might indulge myself in a bit.

Speaking of indulging myself, a nice moment of #filth from Mr G last night. I found a really good guided meditation on YouTube, a chakra aligning meditation - because God knows if anyone's chakras need aligning it's going to be me, the way I've been feeling lately, up and down like a bloody yo yo. The first time I listened to it, I think I reached my heart chakra and I was gone. Like out cold gone.

Me: Is it ok if I just listen to this meditation with my headphones on and see if it gets me off?

Mr G's head turns almost 180 degrees. Like an owl. He stares at me wide eyed and open mouthed.

Me: TO SLEEP?

Mr G: Yeah... right...

My reading is still going well. I have veered off the beaten track slightly and indulged in three novels that can only be described as... well, filth. Absolute, sheer, unadulterated filth. One had two detectives and one lucky, lucky girl. Never mind aligning my chakras, I needed to sage myself after reading that one. And have a cold shower.

Anyhoo. Now, I've got that out of my system (for the time being), I am now back in my usual preferred genre of self help/psychological/New Though/woo woo stuff and working through some of the thousands of books that I have to read (I'm not being melodramatic, either, I do mean thousands - if I lived to be a hundred and read for twenty four hours a day, I wouldn't get through them all). I'm currently reading Rip It Up by Richard Wiseman (which has inserted another earworm - Rip it up and start again, I said rip it up and start again...). I've read other books of his and really liked them, especially The Luck Factor, but I've found two, possibly three more other than Rip It Up that I don't think I've even opened yet. It's really interesting so far, especially the bits about how we mistake other emotions for love and passion; anxiety, anger etc, and explains why unrequited love actually makes the emotions seem stronger and actually fuels the attraction. But it's frustration, annoyance and anger that is fuelling this, and being misinterpreted as love. It puts Romeo and Juliet into context, and I found this quote in the book that I really liked.

'Love, however, cannot be forbidden. The more the flame is covered up, the hotter it gets.' - Edith Hamilton. 

I've also (finally) signed up for Instagram and Holy Hannah, I'm already balls deep in home decorating rabbit holes. Always late to the party, me.

Mr G asked me earlier where we were going out next week for our get out the house day. He asked if we could go to Yorkshire, because apparently one of his vultures has been spotted in Sheffield (I dunno, don't ask, I didn't). I don't actually know if he was joking or not... time will tell.

All in all, a pretty good Saturday :-) I'm grounded (lol), my chakras are aligned (haha), I'm reading things that are actually intellectually stimulating as opposed to just stimulating... I've had a lush roast dinner, a Magnum, and I'm sat watching the darts. What more could a girl need?